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"Division. Master, drink water. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Holding a bowl of water, he came to the old monk Fuming who was sitting on the futon. He handed the water to Fuming.

The old monk Fuming, who was still sitting with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. looked at the pestle foot who was confined to the temple with him. In his scripture cabinet, he refused to admit his guilt in person. And the scarlet-clothed monk who was sent by the national teacher and the master was imprisoned in this dark house full of dry grass. The pestle was also reported by the monks, and thus was also imprisoned here, and only those who made a big mistake in the temple will come to the place of confinement.

"Hehe~ I'm not thirsty for a teacher~ Yaozu, drink it yourself. ~”

Fu Ming smiled and stretched out his hand and gently pushed the bowl of water that his little apprentice handed him. But I don't know whether to open my mouth or not... Tell your little apprentice that the uncle who sent him here, and his little junior brother has already been burned to death by the sect with Master Jilian.

Regarding the death of the little junior brother, although Fu Ming was quite touched in his heart. But is there an immortal one in life? The Buddha also had a time of nirvana. However, when he parted with his little junior brother that day, he told him. But until he burned himself with Master Jilian, he was not listened to and felt sorry for him.

Thus I can't help but sigh in my heart, alas! Little junior brother... After all, you still didn't listen to what your brother said. Or after the defeat of Guru Jilian's request for the Dharma, he suffered with his master. But... Senior brother is coming to you soon, and he is also a companion on the road to death. It's just that... You've entrusted this with my little nephew...

Fu Ming's mind changed, but he couldn't help but worry about the little apprentice who had just entered the door a few months ago, and changed the name of the pestle to the Yao character of the temple, and the child entrusted by the little junior brother. After all, the little apprentice, who is now renamed Yaozu, was implicated by himself and his uncle, so he was imprisoned in this dark temple house.

When his sin of rebellion is convicted, he will surely die. Although he has long seen through life and death, he has never been afraid of life and death. But where should this little apprentice behind him go? Although he was young, he was the nephew of the younger brother. It happened to be a few months ago, and I came with the little junior brother with that incident, but I really couldn't get rid of it.

Even if he is a little disciple who can be exonerated. But because of his status as a junior brother and nephew, he will no longer be left in the temple. If he is sent back to his own hospital... I'm afraid that I will have to live a life of confinement like this all day long. But it's really hard to do...

"Yaozu, I'm afraid you will be... I'll never see your third uncle again. He is dead. ”

In the end, Fu Ming still told his little apprentice about the death of his little brother.

"Oh..."

The pestle foot, renamed Yaozu, after carefully putting the bowl of water aside. He nodded calmly.

Looking at Xiao Tu Yaozu's reaction, Fu Ming was a little surprised. But I don't want to... This little apprentice of his own, after learning the news of his uncle's death, is still like no one. But in his heart, he couldn't help but be secret, didn't Yaozu understand what he meant?

Just as Fu Ming was about to speak, he said something to the little disciple with a calm face. The closed door was slowly opened. A middle-aged monk, who is about fifty years old, slowly walked into the house. This person is thick eyebrows and deep eyes, and a slightly angular face is full of sadness at this time. When he walked into this somewhat dark house, he turned to the old monk Fuming who was sitting on the futon, put his hands together and recited a Buddha horn: "Amitabha, Senior Brother Fuming... I'm coming..."

Fu Ming folded his hands and returned the monk's salute, and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Senior Brother Fuyu, you are here." ”

The person who came was the temple of Fuen Deming Temple, and the son of the great monk Fuyu of the previous generation temple was Songding. If it weren't for Fuming, who was the head of the scripture pavilion, he helped him stabilize the civil strife that was likely to occur in the temple after the death of the previous generation of father and monk. He wouldn't be so safe and upright. For this senior brother...

After Fu Yu walked into the house, he slowly came to Fu Ming and Yaozu's side. sat cross-legged on the hay next to Fuming, but he couldn't help but look at Yaozulai, who was sitting next to his senior brother Fuming with his knees hugged.

"Little junior brother, if I go, I should also die. but he will be left alone. Because of his uncle, he was afraid that the temple would not be able to stay. If you are sent back to your home... But I don't want to see it. ”

Fu Ming saw that Fu Yu, the senior brother of the temple, looked at the little apprentice sitting beside him with his knees crossed, and said lightly to him.

"Amitabha, this matter is easy to do. If there is no place for him in this monastery, I can send someone to send him to another monastery. Then he will not be sent back. ”

Fuyu listened to his senior brother Fuming and Yaozu's worries. Put your hands together and recite a Buddha trumpet.

"Amitabha... It is so good that my junior brother has arranged it for my little apprentice. I will also be able to go to Bliss without worry. ”

Fu Ming couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

Fuyu's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, and after a little silence, he said to his senior brother Fuming: "Senior brother... A few months ago, when the younger brother came to this temple to do that. I have said that to you..."

"Why care. Now that it's over, let him go! I know what is going on in your heart, and you are right to do that. The reason why the teacher passed on the position of the temple to you instead of several other juniors. It is to fancy you to think about the temple and not your own affairs.

With you in charge of the temple, you can make the temple safe. And you have lived up to expectations, and you have been in charge of the temple for many years, and you have also convinced everyone. That's good, that's good. ”

Fu Ming clasped his hands together and said lightly to Fu Yu.

Fuyu still felt guilty and said: "Although the senior brother said so, but... But in his heart, it's still for the little junior brother... Alas! But I didn't know that this would come to such a field?! Thinking about the people who promised to help Master Jilian, Master Puyun and Master Shengjing are also sect elders. But I don't want to go back on my word when Master Jilian really hands the Dharma table of the monks and asks him to hand it in front of the throne of the national teacher! In particular, Master Na Shengjing actually told Master Jilian what he had asked for behind his back. He also issued an edict under the National Teacher's Virtue Lord, and after taking down Master Jilian and others. Personally hand-written in the state, reprimanding Master Jilian's sin! Just being arrested by his disciples and supporting Master Jilian, there are not a few monks from various counties who support Master Jilian!

And for the sake of Guru Ji Lian and... Little junior brother, the one who did the burning punishment. He is also the master of the temple under his disciple. Alas! Guru Ji Lian believed in him in vain, but he was victimized by him..."

Fu Yu said that his face couldn't help but show a little indignant. But it is not ashamed of the high status in the door, and the great virtue and high monk of a sect elder are victorious. Although he also promised to help Master Ji Lian, another sect elder Master Puyun never showed up. But Master Puyun did not fall into the well because Master Jilian was convicted. He didn't tell the Jilian Master and the monks to seal the Dharma and secretly tell the national teacher. is much stronger than a villain like Shengjing.

I remembered that when I was young and studying abroad, I was lucky enough to meet a Shengxin and was overjoyed. The memory of not being able to sleep for days on end is now an indescribable disgust.

"If it seems to you and me, what Shengxing did should be wrong. In the eyes of the national teacher, what Shengxin did couldn't be more right. This wrong and right are the same flower. There is right in wrong, and there is wrong in right. If you have to decide what is right or wrong for him, you can't. As the old saying goes, now that it's here, right and wrong don't matter anymore. Brother, why do you care too much about right and wrong? ”

Fu Ming said calmly, but the smile on the corner of his mouth was even more obvious.

After listening to the words of his senior brother Fuming, Sizheng Fuyu had a sense of suddenness. When even the senior brother Fuming who was sitting cross-legged bowed with his hands folded and said, "Amitabha, Fuyu has been taught!" Thank you, brother! ”

"It's time for me, right?"

Fu Ming asked lightly.

Fuyu's face was embarrassed, and the senior brother Fuming's question added a little more, and after a little silence, he sighed helplessly: "Yes!" The scarlet priest issued a decree on behalf of the national teacher. The senior brother will not be killed by blood, but will be disposed of by incineration..."

Fu Ming put his hands together and recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha, this is very good!" The body is hot, but my heart is cold. ”

"Senior brother... Back then..."

After Fuyu hesitated again and again, he still said in his heart, Fuming helped him back then, and steadily succeeded the temple. But before he could finish speaking, Fu Ming interrupted his words and replied lightly: "There is no need to worry about the things of the past. Since the master called me to be with him, he said that he and my junior brother were the right choice for the temple. I'm here to help. As long as it is chosen by the master, no matter which junior disciple succeeds to the position of the temple, I will also help him. ”

Fu Yu folded his hands, bowed slightly to his senior brother Fu Ming, and recited a Buddha horn and said: "Amitabha, although Senior Brother said so, if it wasn't for Senior Brother who helped me back then." There will be no peace in the temple, and there will be chaos because of the death of the father and monk. In the final analysis, it is the senior brother who makes the temple have nothing to lose! In fact, when my father and monk were alive, they once told me that they wanted to accept my brother as a stepson... How... Alas! ...”

As soon as Fuyu's words came out, he couldn't help but make a little wave in Fuming's heart. The matter of the righteous son... But he had also heard about it when his teacher was alive. But it was all a joke about the monks in the temple. The teacher has many sons and disciples, and of course there is no shortage of heirs to inherit the Dharma after death. And even if the teacher has nothing to do, he can have a son from the clan, so how can he accept himself as a stepson?

I can hear the words of the temple's junior brother Fuyu... But he had heard his teacher mention it in person, but it should also be true. But I don't want to... When the teacher was back then, did he really have the idea of accepting himself as his stepson? Don't? Could it be...

"Amitabha, everything before and after will go with you. Senior brother, my little apprentice has entrusted it to you. ”

Fu Ming slowly closed his eyes, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's trumpet.

Fu Yu said in his heart, after hiding what his father and monk had said to him for many years. The troubles in my heart are a little less, and I heard about Senior Brother Fuming, and then mentioned the matter of the nephew of the junior brother. He also hurriedly said to Senior Brother Fuming, folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Senior Brother rest assured." Junior and junior are determined..."

As soon as he was halfway through the conversation, Fuyu couldn't help but be stunned. It was the senior brother Fuming sitting cross-legged on the futon, although he still maintained the posture of folding his hands, but his head was lowered. I couldn't help but feel a little flustered in my heart, but I didn't care about the etiquette. When he got up and stepped forward, he tried to help his nose with his hand, but he was no longer alive.

"Amitabha..."

Fuyu, who stood up slowly, folded his hands together, sat down and passed away, and bowed down and recited a Buddha name.

"Division... Master? ”

And still sitting on his knees next to Fu Ming's Yaozu. Seeing that the master seemed to be asleep, he gently called to the side.